Location: “...something about words...they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move they pierce your skin, enter your blood...Inside you they work their magic." -Setterfield

I've been playing it a bit today, and now I have a craving for a bigger challenge...

Can we do it with five?

The rules are simple:

1. Create a five sentence post, using one of the five challenge words in each of the sentences. 2. Compound sentences are fine, but only five sentences total.3. Each sentence must use one of the given words, so that all are used when you're finished.4. BOLD your words within the post, so they are easy to identify.5. Finally, provide five words at the bottom of your post for the next player to use in their turn.

(it's sometimes fun to offer rhyming words, or alliterative words, but this is not required)

When the young squire held the mirror before the strange characters etched upon the large rock, he smiled. The illegible shapes of crescent, triangle, and spiral that repeated with no proper form suddenly displayed proper words. Within the reflected image, a vapor of perfume lifted to caress the his senses as the words sang into his soul. This is what I get for wandering where I should not, Arthur thought to himself as his eyes lifted towards the long sword that jutted from the highest peak of the stone. Yet as quick as this thought entered his mind, he grinned and climbed up the rock.. knowing in the depths of his heart the perfect way to grip the weapon so that it would easily leak from it's undignified prison.

Location: “...something about words...they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move they pierce your skin, enter your blood...Inside you they work their magic." -Setterfield

The late afternoon sun glimmered in the reflection of the building across the urban chasm from her own rooftop, and Evangeline had to squint to make out the network of cars on the street below, each following another out of the city into the sprawling suburbs. Her wings twitched against her shoulders, aching to feel the rush of wind that would come, when at nightfall she could finally unfurl them and fly over the busy metropolis toward the shadowed foothills beyond the city lights. It would soon be prime time for the hunt, and she was counting on the chance that he'd be there in the twilight that turned the trees to ink, and the sky to parchment. Closing her eyes, she could smell him, the combination of night and earth that always reminded her of childhood summers, pulling one radish after another from her grandmother's backyard garden, a-half-a-dozen-lifetimes ago. She shivered as the night descended by degrees and slinking slowly toward the edge of the roof with the grace of a feline, she whispered aloud to herself, "Soon... just a while longer, and you'll be free to answer his call."